Karli – a reprise
These
caves - an embalmed capsule of time
The
chaitya - a channel in space
For here,
in this kingdom of stone
Monks,
monarchs, maidens
Equalled
in rock, are forever trapped
In a
Deccan dot, deep unknown
Sometimes
though, if you stay behind
(A mystic
meditating in his mind)
Long
after the day-trippers are gone
You may
feel, with the dusky sun
Yourself
rooting with the basalt base
The
same old world, now newly born
You’ll hear
the stupa breathe with age
You can
feel the wooden brolly hum
While lonely
murmurs come to life
Of
marmoreal men, mendicants
Their Yavan
lores from lands afar,
In
times that will now never come
The
amorous Mithuns lock their lips
You can
feel them wet upon your skin
Their moonlit
love, musky deep
Brings
life to rocks that never sleep
The caves
not dead for a single day
A
subtle life, felt when you look but far away
Now, a cold
wind blows
As melancholy
floats from distant lands
And monsoons
come to this land of dreams
Whispering,
this is the flow of eternity
Where
the world rotates again and again
In,
Clouds, mists and transient streams…
21st
December 2025
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